And carry the girl, the goblin did. Carry her right toward the large stone cauldron. Hovering her body over the roiling red waters. The delicate drape of a gossamer garment was all that stood between The drooping Chelsea Pryce, and the boiling broth.
But even a wispy girl like her with a dancer's body would slip right past the silky stockings and splash into the simmering soup. What was to stop the mighty Chelsea Pryce from becoming mere ingredients for the stew? What would prevent her from becoming just another pair of pantyhose to drape, dangle, and dry... disheveled and discarded by a disappeared damsel?
Could she wake up in time and get her hands on the magical ankh? Might there be enough magic left in the artifact to send these wretched goblins back through the Door? Could she undo the mistakes of this misadventure?
Or was she doomed to melt away through the Silken Mist? Tell me, Chelsea... is dinner on YOU tonight?
THE END
Dawn Meadows
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